Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Only I couldn't, could I?
- I found this wandering about outside. - They wouldn't let me in.
You'll love skiing.
They won't wait forever.
Come on, love.
I nearly fucking drowned!
Ah, Hot Chocolate! Now we're talking!
Oh. Well, don't fret, gents. There's a right good laundry in Wakefield prison.
Look... Excuse me, can I borrow this for a second?
Nathe!
Gerald, me lad, you're gonna be famous down job club.
- Dad! - Come on, Gaz, I'm freezing.
You what?
He's not allowed, is he?
- Keep up, you fat bastard! - Gazza, you tosser!
Sheffield leads the way in town planning.
Yeah?
Fuck!
You've been working too hard.
Listen. I'm gonna get really annoyed with you.
I used to have a proper job, me.
watching one of our top soccer teams,
with the storms clearing to leave the weekend warm and sunny.
Tell us straight.
- So it's true. - I've bloody had enough of this.
Once I'm on stage?
- Gerald, you're missing the rumba. - Sorry, I just met some pals from... work.
if you need a zimmer frame to tout it in.
Hey, Patricia the Stripper!
We're bloody on!
We got this int' jumble, like, to say sorry.
Don't get your clothes dirty, do you?
That's all very well, but a big wanger is no use
With a pair of scissors! They know it's us.
Ever been out with a black bloke?
Oh, well, I may as well not bother.
and stupid cow here thought you were out looking for a job!
"Hot stuff".
Well, you should have said.
'Ey, Gaz.
Extincto.
Aye.
You're ahead.
we all step forward in a line and wave our arms around like a fairy.
Auntie Jean's busy.
Things looking up?
Come on, Gerald.
All those nights you were late back
- You what? - The Arsenal offside trap.
It's souped-up tango, is that. Teach any bugger in a week. Even you, mate.
Ladies, we are strippers, aren't we?
At work.
- What's all this? - It's them Chippendale efforts.
So, Horse, what can you do?
Oh, no.
No decent woman would be seen dead in there.
Phwoar! Them bloody muscles!
- Yeah? - Yeah, me an' all.
Nobody tells them Chippendales to do security. Raking it in, they are!
Get on with it!
Just a minute.
Why would I want anyone else?
- I need an audience. - You need a doctor.
Gentlemen, the lunchbox... has landed.
'Ey... loan weld better than her an' all.
What if, next Friday, 400 women say: "He's too fat, he's too old,
Told you. Rubbing pipes' that's all.
Listen, just think of the most boring thing you can come up with.
Security-camera tapes off the from desk.
if you carry on wi' this caper.
Not even if I wanted to.
- It's so obvious. - No, I were with Gaz, honest.
Chloe, I wouldn't care anything too much about Bottled Pops.
There's the beggar.